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Deep in Tron Bonne’s heavily sealed and secured chamber came the sounds of moans and mechanical whirls that barely reached through the thick walls. Inside her workshop was a very naked and very pissed-off Tron Bone as she slammed her hips down onto the helpless Servbot and his obstructive attachment while the equally altered counterparts trembled in the shadows.
“TRY TO SCREW ME, WILL YOU?!” she screamed at the terrified robot as she forced her wet sex around the thick array of sensors and receptors.
“I’m S-Sorry, Miss Trooooon!” the little servant squealed as its claws gripped her bare thighs while it tried to hang on for dear mechanical life. The overwhelmed sensor array throbbed and pulsed as the irate brunette’s tight loins rubbed along it at a frantic, alarming pace.
“IT’S TOO LATE FOR SORRY!” She screamed at the panicked insurrectionists that had dared to turn against her at the behest of some rouge revolutionary Servbot. The same one that had also attacked the blonde they’d temporarily had as a prisoner no less. If she were being at all rational, Tron likely would’ve realized that the ‘leader’ had fled and taken that girl Roll with it…but she was too angry and frankly horny to think rationally right now. So she just took it out on the most readily available target- her treacherous Servbots, as the other ones watched in terror.
“O-oooooh!”
Tron Bonne arched back and groaned as her body eagerly clamped around the massive, metal probe that pulsated in her puffy pussy. The pressure and constant use had made the mass-produced model wear down as it sent back a plethora of feedback and warnings to its hapless host. The Servbot steamed out of the sides of its cylindrical head as every joint froze up.
“ERROR ERROR! ER-RRRRRR-OOOOOOOoooooor…”
The machine shut itself down to conserve power as Tron Bonne finally ceased her thrusts. “Hmph…you’re clearly…not the ringleader,” she panted out as she extracted herself and pushed the prone Servbot towards a heap of equally dominated and delisted models.
She turned to the remaining ‘insurrectionists’ with her hands on her hips as juices leaked down her thighs. The fear in their little eyes did make her feel a little remorseful, but she could hardly stand to forget their past actions either. Rather than just reformat them or reduce them to scrap, she wanted…some repentance, instead.
And maybe just a little payback.
“One of you gave it to me hard…and until I find which of you was responsible and dismantle him, we’re gonna keep going!” she declared. The last five Servbots trembled as she pointed from the center down to the right. “You three - front and center!” she ordered.
“Y-Yes Miss Tron!”
The trio stepped forward with their probes still attached to their little bodies. The comical oversized shaft almost made them topple forward as they stood stiff and at attention for their punishment. Tron pushed herself onto her desk and bent over on all fours. “We’re getting nowhere with these one on ones…Time for mass testing. Pick a hole and take it -that’s an order!” she snapped.
Her demand was swiftly obliged as the treacherous Servobots scrambled to action. One aimed for her wet pussy while the other scrambled up and poised itself at her ass. The cold touch at her more sensitive parts made her wince before she grabbed the third that stood by her lips and pushed her mouth over his crotch-rocket. “Hmmmph!”
“SENSORY OVERLOAD!!!!”
The other two Servbots winced at their brethren's squeal while they aimed their own probes into their irate robo-mom’s pussy and ass. Her body stiffened and shivered against their cold, metallic touch. As the one in her loins gripped her ankles for support while the one stuffed in her rear pushed his feet against her supple cheeks. She looked back at them with the third bot stuffed in her mouth as she struggled to split her attention between her three rambunctious servo-sons
The final two Servbots trembled in the shadows of Tron Bonne and her trio of terrified traitors. They watched her grab under the probe of the bot lodged in her mouth before she forced the whole length down her gullet. Her free hand gripped the edge of the table while her foot either pressed down or dangled off the other side. The constant rhythm in her hips jerked and twisted either up to meet the machine in her ass or down and slammed into the one in her pussy. An endless onslaught of grinding metal and skin slaps filled her laboratory as she administered her tough love for the machines that had attempted to rise against her.
Despite all this, she still had the same questions that burned in her head. Simple questions whose answers frustratingly eluded her. Minor things like where did she go wrong with them to have them be turned in such a way, to major ones like where did the instigator go? She could tell he wore a crude disguise to look like that stupid robot monkey wearing a boxy Servbot head. But such a visage still made it hard to pin down which unit number had gotten those rebellious and rapacious programming before he spread it to the other Servbots. It had hurt, mostly emotionally, to see her little brat-bots act in such a way…and she wasn’t going to let it happen.
Not again.
Her thoughts swarmed in her active mind while her body forced her holes against the overly-tuned probes in her holes. Not even the pain from her ass distracted her for long before she was right back to it. Her keen eyes looked over the Servbots currently being punished for any signs or tells that would set them apart. Seeing their distressed little faces did make her feel a little guilty, but she wasn’t about to show leniency to any of them.
Tron Bonne fought back the urges that welled inside her as she continued her erotic interrogation. The random babble and pleas of her Servbots were heavily scrutinized while she resisted the primal urges for mere pleasure and focused on the true purpose of her endeavors. Slowly, as their bodies sped up and the sounds of sex overwhelmed her senses, she knew that it wouldn’t be long now.
The Servbots went silent as their probes took further control over their bodies. The programming that came out of these secretly-developed weapons compelled the trio to act on a base desire to replicate and spread. Something that their rebellion had attempted to do with their poor mother AND the blonde grease monkey they’d managed to capture before the latter had escaped in all the chaos. Maybe that was really what Tron was so annoyed about the most -losing a bargaining chip to use against that blue boy she still felt such annoying things about.
“L-Limit Exceeded!”
One of the bots behind her cried out as its probe grew unbearably hot inside her body. One by one they all followed suit until it felt like she had red-hot rods rammed in her pussy, ass, and mouth. The heat made her wince and tear up, but she pushed through as her hand squeezed the Servbot’s crotch and rammed her lips against his smooth, cold body. The other two almost fell off the table as they shrieked and spasmed against her.
Three piercing screams echoed out.
“SEN-SEN-SEEEEENSOOOR!”
“ERRROOOOOOR!”
“MISSTROONNN!”
The three Servbots slammed forward inside her as her eyes rolled back. Without the synthetic lubricant in the probe’s tanks, they were basically just metal rods wrapped around her most sensitive parts of her body. Her wet velvet walls, her tight canal, and of course her throat sent irreconcilable feedback to the Servbots that had bolted their secret weapons to their bodies. One by one, they slumped over with crosses in their eyes as their bodies went into standby mode.
Tron Bonne rolled over in a huff as she gasped for much-needed breath. None of them had lasted longer than a single round and in such a pitifully short amount of time. That meant that, though they were guilty of their rebellion, they weren’t the ringleaders at least. She could at least consider them ‘punished’ before they went into menial labor or became close-contact test dummies.
“Whew…I’m getting tired,” Tron mumbled as she struggled up to her feet. She raised an arm and withered at the stench that wafted off her sweaty, greasy body. “Ugh, that smells terrible. Time for a shower,” she declared as she left the stunned trio behind.
The last two Servbots stood utterly still while she walked past them on her way to her shower. They hoped she wouldn’t see them…but those hopes were dashed as she grabbed one by the probe and dragged him along. “You, come with me.”
The last of the treacherous, lecherous Servbots winced as he watched his fellow machine being dragged away. “Help meeeeee!” he squealed before the door to the pink bathroom slammed shut behind him.